His eyebrows and shoulders went up in a 'who, me?!' expression. He did eyeball the gauntlets, giving some thought to how a pair of metal gloves made electricity come out of somebody's eyes.

He kept the gun on her as she worked, and kept quiet if she didn't initiate any conversation. Patience wasn't one of his virtues, but this one was dangerous. Or, at least, he was going to assume that until she was out of his hair.